Alchemisland

Poetic annals 

Priding imperfections

Electing admit mistake

Taken to scribe’s place

Of race shrewd he prune-faced, hardly graced by God with special place

Before I see his book, a gentile cowan must be given dispensation through His power

Before glowering at days yet to flower, funded by His bloody end

By habit, beneath roughspun habit, guide appointed me wears horsehide

Nails beneath tabard scratching skin ragged claggy dried blood

Conducts a dire rite, anointing my brow

Page containing the error pointed to, for they cannot say it aloud

What happened?

One artist’s erring, such amok

Wrote all pagan, heathen gods 

Were born of one Ur-havoc.

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Hand of fourth century scholar Lactantius Placidus erred in script

Or at least his unique spelling of a word did give rise to a God

Venal source of all monstrous forms abominable, Demogorgon’s heart organ 

Abhorred even by writhing Echidna, whom Scylla for displeasing aspect outsizes

Whose scorching comet-borne arrival scorns all which came before

Little delighting angel eyes winged wardens in golden scores patrolling skies and footless reaches

Breaches peering into All-Spear Empyrean 

What ever thereafter went forth slithering, gliding black batwinged, timidly through dark only, lonely things living since before creation whom revenge that loss of space our state of grace put paid to, octolocular demonically-doctored, vampires, werewolves

All this from misspelled mawley came.